I have already decided a long ago that should I ever end up falling to my death, provided I have the time to pull it off, I will yell out my final words while falling. And those would be: "Curse you, gravityyyyyy-!", for my final comedic effect.

Cliché? Maybe. But I believe it hasn't been done before in reality despite being so common in cartoons and the like.

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To a really well thought-out iPod playlist that has some dramatic moments but ends on one of those Too Dramatic So It's Funny and even as I'm Going Out, I know I've got to make A Performance Of It, and get a few last laughs in from people right before the actual dramatic crescendo at the end makes people tear up even as they finish laughing.

It'll probably happen in a hospital bed. God help me, I have got to have my music with me at all times, so I can be ready.

"As she raised a glass of water, everyone exptected they'd be asked the "half empty or half full" question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired, "How heavy is this glass of water?" The answers called out ranged from 8oz. to 20 oz. She replied, "The absolute weight doesn't matter. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my arm. If I hold it for a day, my arm will feel numb and paralyzed. In each case, the weight of the glass doesn't change but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes." She continued, "The stress and worries in life are like that glass of water. think about them for awhile and nothing happens. Think about them for a big longer and they begin to hurt. And if you think about them all day long, you will feel paralyzed - incapable of doing anything. Always remember to put the glass down."~ AnonymousPrevious Quote

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

As for how my death would turn out, I don't really have a preference. I just want my death- when it inevitably happens: to mean something. I want my life to have meaning and my death to have meaning. Even if it's something as simple as letting someone else live at the cost of my own waning life.

"It's such a fine line between clever and stupid."

The Chronometal Wars, a fan-fiction taking place in the PPGD Universe. Catastrophe is the only certainty.

"Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows near the wall, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk. He had a tall tankard in front of him, and was smoking a long-stemmed pipe curiously carved. His legs were stretched out before him, showing high boots of supple leather that fitted him well, but had seen much wear and were now caked with mud. A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits."

Birdofterror wrote:As for how my death would turn out, I don't really have a preference. I just want my death- when it inevitably happens: to mean something. I want my life to have meaning and my death to have meaning. Even if it's something as simple as letting someone else live at the cost of my own waning life.